The exception that proves the rule. A blog of short writings from Australia and England.

Wednesday, 18 November 2015

Doing The Primo Levi Dance

Do you remember a time when the weirdest thing we knew about Rolf Harris was that he drank his own piss? No, me neither. Those days are gone and there's everything and yet absolutely nothing to miss. We've come out the other side. Bitter, wiser. And now everyone in my life wants to be the passenger and for me to be the driver. Well, where do you want me to take you? I can't take you back there. You carry your cares with you everywhere, they sit forever nestled underneath each and every tiny hair. The way I see it, your only solution is to do the Primo Levi dance and throw yourself down the stairs.